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“I don’t ever want to hear you talk bad about yourself again.”

“Oh, you don’t, do you?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t like it when people are mean to the ones I love.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“That’s a bit dramatic. Love? You barely know me.”

“I know enough.”

“You don’t know anything.” I turn to go back into the cabin, but he grabs my wrist. He’s gentle enough not to hurt me, but firm enough to let me know what he wants.

He wants me to stop, to listen, to hear what he has to say.

“I know a lot more than you think, Scarlett.”

Something happens when I hear my name – my real name – on his lips. I quiver a little bit inside. Maybe I even get a little wet. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m suddenly completely aroused, completely naked, and my nipples are hard.

His skin feels like fire against mine and I’m filled with the urge to take a step forward and rub myself against him. Would Nash like that? Would he like to feel me rub my breasts up and down his bare chest? Would he like to feel me run my fingers down his spine and cup his ass?

Would he-

“Baby, you’re killing me,” he whispers, and I’m reminded that he’s a shifter, with shifter senses. He can smell my arousal.

I blush.

Oops.

He strokes my cheek softly and shakes his head.

“You don’t know how perfect you are, do you?” I glance down at myself and shrug. I stand by what I said earlier: I’m nothing special. Nash doesn’t seem to think so, though, because he curls one finger beneath my chin and tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

His eyes are fire as he looks at me and my skin heats. I lick my lips and his eyes instantly dart to the movement. What is he going to do to me next? I’ve been with men before, but I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never felt like one touch could set me aflame.

I’ve never felt like I might float away or explode.

I’ve never felt both at the same time.

Nash leans down and presses his lips to mine. The connection is instant and my pussy clenches at the sensation. Oh, this is good. A girl could definitely get used to this. Unlike some kissers, he doesn’t completely dominate my mouth. Instead, he takes his time exploring me, probing me, feeling every part of me.

His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and then he moves to my ear and whispers.

“You’re perfect, Scarlett. You have the sweetest tits I’ve ever seen.”

I know I must be blushing eight shades of red, but he ignores it and continues. He kisses my neck, nibbling my skin. I’m still a little tender and sore from being roughed up yesterday, but Nash is insanely gentle with me. He kisses and sucks at my clavicle. I never knew this could be sexy, yet it is. Everything about what he’s doing is sexy.

I’m dying with need as he kisses down my arm and back up. He repeats his treatment on the other arm, then cups my face again.

“You’re perfect, Scarlett. You have the sweetest body I’ve ever seen.”

He kneels then, and I know what’s coming. Every inch of my body is on fire with need, yet I stand perfectly still as he goes to his knees on the wooden porch of the cabin and looks up at me, silently asking me for permission.

Even now, even in the heat of the moment, Nash is nothing like the other men.

He would never harm me, never hurt me, never lose his control with me.

I nod as I look at him, quietly giving him permission to do what he wants to me. I know this is going to be a life changing day for me and I don’t intend to miss out on any of this.


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